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Re: The Ouroboros Gene
By: Maximus Canis Date: September 4, 2015, 11:10 pm
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Razor kept that sly, vampiric, smirk played across his lips as
he had felt Demonreach's presence invading his mind. Luckily,
that was not an attribute he used in any battles. The mind
betrayed you and could be altered. Instinct on the other hand.
They do not lie. As he felt the pillar launch up from beneath
him he simply allowed himself to be shot up, but, rather than
being knocked off balance he simply used the momentum provided
to him.
He used his right foot to launch off with the added momentum;
performing a back flip in midair to once more be facing
Demonreach. As soon as he was turned around he raised his right
hand; covered in a single rose vine tattoo that wrapped around
his arm. The very tips of the thorns beginning to bleed as they
became solid: digging into Razor's very flesh as the icey
molecules attack was hurled up to him.
Razor was no idiot to their games. It was never as simple as
just an icy wind attack. Especially from a foe such as this. As
the rose took in more and more of Razor's constantly
regenerating, toxin filled, blood the rose upon the back of his
began to shade a deep purple. "Now we're talkin'!" With that he
immediately smacked his hands together; his entire body turning
into a strange liquid metal: his body immediately cooling along
with the arctic temperature. Yet, the metal did no freeze solid.
Only remain a liquid mass the the molecules attempted to rip him
apart.
Though, this was in vain; having the same effect of throwing
water into a pond. His body merely taking the blows and
vibrating from the force. As the assult finished through the
strange body split in two; launching in opposite directions.
Only to slam together directly above Demonreach: forcing his
body back into it's normal solid state. Immediately extending
his hand towards him.
It had seemed as if he was preparing for an attack, but, only
the ground began to glow in strange lines around and within the
sand his foe had created. These glowing line's strange energy
signiture seeping into the sand itself and turning into a dark
purple, almost black, sand. Turning the trap against him as the
sand became infect with his own blood's neurotoxin. If entered
the body this would cause ecstacy within the body. It would
reacted on the part of the brain that created the urge of lust.
A crippling pleasure that could bring many strong willed
warriors to be at Razor's beck and call. Becoming their slave.
Though, this was only the half of it. The energy seeping deep
under the center of the sand and bumbling with a powerful aura;
begging to burst out from within the gritty pool. Razor's back
sprouting a large set of wings as they pushed him from the rose
insignia now eched in the earth itself. That bubbling aura
bursting upwards with an immense force that would easily be
enough to slice right through flesh like hot butter. "Let's test
that fighting spirit!"
As the sand infected reached high in the air it covered the area
in a massive pillar of sand. Only for the colossal pillar to
shoot back down into his center. Diving down upon it's target
without mercy. Razor only watching the colossal back fire of his
own trap. Two creatures battling for life. Each one seemed to be
an expert at setting traps. Waiting for the pristine moment to
pounce.
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Re: The Ouroboros Gene
By: UrdroxasReturn Date: September 4, 2015, 11:22 pm
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Urdroxa smirked as he began to watch this all unfold, each
energy rippled along their body's and ingrained themselves in
his mind as if a burning vision. "Oh... Now this is
interesting..." He chuckled insanely as his body vanished into
pure nothingness and reappeared several hundred feet above the
two, his body in between the moon and the two combatants, his
shadow casting large over them. He watched their slowly dance,
almost too slow for his tastes, his tongue sticks from his lips,
his right canine piercing it, blooding trickling from the tip.
His energies danced over his body in a curtain of anticipation.
He wanted very much to be a part of the fight, but he wanted
more to study Demon and one of the few fragments of Razor whom
he wanted to make sure didn't get completely destroyed. He
merely began to merge his soul with that of the realm he
currently held his consciousness in, making him incorporeal,
making all physical fragments and random debris randomly hurled
his way pass through. If energies came into contact with his
body he would subconsciously create small portals the same shape
and diameter of the projectile on both sides of his body, as if
he himself didn't exist in that spot. It was one of the many
defenses his body itself urged into reality. He no longer needed
to defend itself as his own energies acted of their own will to
protect their master. "Dance my brothers..." He whispered as he
kicked up his legs, as if sitting in an imaginary recliner, his
hands intermingled behind his head. His eyes wide with intent.
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Re: The Ouroboros Gene
By: Demonreach Date: September 4, 2015, 11:42 pm
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Demonreach grinned, laughing as the man easily turned his own
little trap against him. 'That's what I am talking about...'
Using the small pockets of air trapped within, Demonreach
created friction between them; heating them up to degrees that
would rival a yellow sun, thus creating glass that would trap
the aura that fend the sand it's toxicity. While that didn't
stop the projectile completely, he had focused most the heat
towards the end of the pillar, thus making it bottom heavy, and
resulted in more than half of the pillar to become glass and
fall from the rest of the pillar.
He closed a hand, shattering the glass; he pushed the resulting
shards, still hot, towards his opponent as a small distraction.
With the leftover sand, he allowed it to hit his body as his
body wouldn't suffer too much damage save for the obvious
gashes. No broken bones, however, which was more of a hindrance
than anything.
He felt nothing of the pain, but he did feel the sudden lust
that resulted.
'How... exhilarating...' he breathed, his thunderous voice
becoming deeper, raspier; hungrier.
While he felt that lust, felt that near-crippling need to bend
to Razor, he embraced it and allowed it to fuel his own lust for
this fight.
Cocking his head to the side, using that powerful lust for the
man's flesh to fuel his own movements and power, his body became
shaky; wobbly, opaque in a sense.
That being a mere after image, which his opponent would soon
realize, Demonreach was to the right of the man in the air,
blue-lightning crackling around his left hand as he swung his
arm in a vertical strike to the right wing, hoping to cut it
off.
The blue lightning was Raizen energy, much like Demi in some
ways, it merely took away what it hit; the wing would just
separate as if the bone and sinew were nothing.
However, it was a feint; while he did follow through with it,
Demonreach was still a giant of a man and very agile, so with
the completed swing of his arm -whether or not it landed- he
would twist his body in the air, aiming to land a roundhouse
kick to the man's solar plexus. This was backed by the power of
his body, the muscles that were relaxed awaiting to tense just
seconds before impact.
Being near eight foot, Demonreach had a lot of weight to back
any of his punches or kicks, so the man would suffer from a
broken, or best case, cracked sternum. If it landed, the
resulting pain would leave Razor vulnerable for a few seconds,
so he would follow the kick with a fist to the face, this also
backed by nothing but muscle. The air seemed to fall away from
his movements, increasing the speed of his movements even more
so.
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Re: The Ouroboros Gene
By: Maximus Canis Date: September 5, 2015, 8:34 pm
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Razor smirked as he witnessed Demonreached take the bit of his
own sand on top of him only to turn it into glass. Watching as
the glass shatter and launched towards him in shards.
Immediately wrapping his new wings around his body; morphing
them into a flexible steel. The glass shattering on impact.
The steel spread to his body as his senses had followed
Demonreach to the right. His body now covered in all small layer
of skin cells turned to steel: assuming this lightning like
attack would conduct. Pointing his palm towards Demonreach
assuming that would be the place of release. Though, he soon
found this out to be false as the blade of energy sliced through
his one thing; slicing it clean off with no shock. "Fuck!" He
groaned as it quickly flew down to the floor and stabbing into
it like a heavy blade.
He was quickly knocked off of his balance immediately and forced
to the left; inadvertently avoiding the physical attacks. Though
he immediately forced the steel and wing from his body as he
fell to the ground. Kneeling upon landing on his feet. He
immediately pushed off with a sonic boom after his feet left the
ground. His right and left hand, as well as forearm, morphing
into a double sided blade each. Crossing them over his chest in
an "X" shape.
As he reached Demonreach he would slash upwards to the right and
left to attempt to slice through his body. But, either way his
body would spin and his right hand would morph once more during
mid spin; a rocket thruster forcing into his palm. "Eat this!"
Opening his hands as it blasted off: forcing him to counter and
spin in the opposite direction with immense force. Sending his
elbow with the force of a rocket into Demonreach's jaw.
His left hand turning into a mini gatlin gun. If Demon were to
be sent flying back he would stop only to send pointed bullets
out to bombard him. Though, there was a catch. As these bullets
flew out of the gun and exited Razor's body it had seemed as if
his hair was literally falling out with every bullet. These
bullets were tainted much like the sand had been as well as
hollow point; exploding outwards on impact and leaving infect
shratnal in the body.
As all this happened there was a little known effect as the rose
that still remained etched into the dirt seemed to dig deep
crevices into the Earth on the outline of the rose. The deeper
it got the more intensely it began to glow with that purple
energy. This energy was not fatal, though. Having no immediate
effect on the body.
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Re: The Ouroboros Gene
By: Demonreach Date: September 5, 2015, 9:45 pm
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The idea he had drawn blood further pushed his lust for this
fight; the thought that his prey was weak brought forth the
malevolent glee that suddenly shown within his sapphire-azure
eyes; that brought his aura to a level of intensity he had to
find in anyone else.
The cold seeped into the realm, clouds growing heavy by the
minute; dark and ominous as that cold slowly, inexorably filled
this realm. His presence was unleashed, no long hindered by his
own self-control, the willpower that constrained it just barely.
With it revealed to its fullest, one could wonder how such a
being held onto this much sense of self.
Demonreach seemed to become more real, more stable.
However, that was minor details; unimportant, for as his
opponent was rushing towards him, Demonreach laughed; booming
like thunder, it brought forth peals of lightning from within
those clouds.
INTERRUPT
Demonreach leaned back, allowing the blades to pass within
inches of his chest as his leg stuck out, trying to get the man
in his stomach, hopefully knocking the air out of him.
If that was the case, he would use his 'foothold' on the mans
body as a step of a kind to push himself up and over the mans
body, resting his two legs on the man's shoulders, clenching the
two thigh muscles tight to restrict airflow and, with a savage
twist of his body and legs, would snap the neck of the man and
send the limp body to the earth, to crash at speeds that would
rival the opponents take off just prior.
#Post#: 387855--------------------------------------------------
Re: The Ouroboros Gene
By: Maximus Canis Date: September 5, 2015, 10:13 pm
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Razor let's out a growl as he was headed directly into his own
demise; quickly adjusting his still bladed arms to be pointing
forward. Indeed forcing himself into Demonreach, but, his own
blades would be forced into Demonreach's abdomen. Not a spot to
kill, but, it would sure prevent the rest of his attack: holding
him there momentarily. The very tips of the blades seperating to
have a double sided hook like tip.
This was just enough time for the rose etched into the earth to
completely charge from stealing the power etched into the
cracks. The energy mass finally exploding out in a giant beam:
shooting up from beneath them. This beam covering about a mile
radius around them. The energy of this beam was not enough to
destroy Demonreach but potentially having the power to burn like
the sun itself: drawing from the planets own power.
It would envelop them both and sustain for a moment before
fading away into nothing. Razor's entire outter body being
friend down to the muscle as the end result of indefinitely
taking the brunt of the beam. Pulled from demonreach as his body
fell to the earth; landing upon his knee with a small cracks in
the earth formed on impact. Looking down to his body as he
speaks; exhausted. "This body is.... Ruined...." He looked up to
Demonreach: his body demolished but merely on the outside. "I
have no more need for it... You may have your finishing blow."
((The sword stabbing in isn't an autohit. You have the option to
move either before or after the blades get you. Just after takes
time so yeah.))
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Re: The Ouroboros Gene
By: Demonreach Date: September 6, 2015, 7:11 pm
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As the swords stabbed through him, Demonreach held the man's
hands in a non-threatening way; he pulled himself closer,
grinning with each inch of bare steel burying itself inside his
body to escape out his back. Letting go of the hands, he bowed
his head slightly as a sort of acceptance, feeling the rose
beneath activate.
As usual, he felt no pain; only minor irritation as he burned
his flesh, which would prove to be a mistake for Razor.
As the flesh melted from his body, it was replaced by white and
gold energy.
The sudden increase of power that was brought upon by the
accidental 'summoning' of his True Form.
This form increases Demonreach's energy by 300%. Two sets of
horns can be seen; two protruding from his forehead and two from
his temples; white and gold wings are also created in this form.
His body is slumped forward and his fingers and toes end in
claws; both upper and lower canines protrude from his mouth
which is black to the point it seems to suck in the light around
it. His eyes are a glossy white with gold streaks and
near-invisible vertical pupils.
Razor's voice was lost to the scream that escaped from the
monstrosity that was Demonreach. It rippled the realm, further
blackened the earth and created fissures from the force of it;
gravity became heavier around this creature as it slumped to the
ground, a pure-energy foot stepping upon the mans shoulder and
driving him to his back.
It tilted its head to the side slightly, before it stepped over
the fallen man and, with a sudden rush of wind and power, his
'normal' form was resumed, though he was panting slightly.
'Urdroxa may have you now.'
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Re: The Ouroboros Gene
By: Evil Kitty Date: September 11, 2015, 11:52 am
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The scorched immitation lay there on his knees as he awaited his
own demise only for Demonreach to pull away with such lack of
pity. Would he really condemn him to this body? Destroyed into
ruin. Though, as he looked to Urdroxa, awaiting this new end,
Raznor had interrupted. "No need. You will submit. I have no
doubt about that." With that the immitation turned to Raznor
with a sigh. "Guess it's time to go back home, huh?" With that
Raznor simply nodded and placed his hand upon Razor's body.
The moment contact was finally made between the final two a
strike of continuous electricity serged between the two. The
golden jolts slowly deepening into a deep scarlet as the
imitation was absorbed into Raznor's body. His cloak once more
forming over his body to cover him completely. The jolts slowly
subsiding only for the cloak to dissolve into nothingness.
Leaving only a single, long, blade left stabbed into the ground.
A pool of shadows forming immediately next to the blade as the
shadow made its presence known. Pulling out from the pool only
to show it's masked face; covered in cracks. His body bloodied
and battered with claw marks. Skin quite literally peeling from
the wounds as his red eyes looked to the blade. "M... Master....
I will be... Your sin."
With that the creature grabbed the blade and with a massive
burst of black and scarlet energy blast in every direction. The
innert energy just enough to become a force strong enough to
snap trees and destroy walls in the area. In the middle of this
serge stand a man; grasping the blade with dear life. Remaining
silent as he pulled the blade up to look at it. Slowly closing
his eyes as the blade desolved into his hand. His eyes slipping
open to turn to Demonreach and Urdroxa. A smirk immediately
shooting onto his lips. "Looks like you's had... Some fun." It
was clear just from the power eminating from him; he was the
true Razor. He was different; this much was clear. Though, he
was alive and whole again.
((Bit of a quicky, but, eh. There ya go.))
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Re: The Ouroboros Gene
By: UrdroxasReturn Date: September 11, 2015, 1:35 pm
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Urdroxa twitched from his floating perch from high above,
watching the chaos below unfurl. His body began to grow heavy as
the entity within the sword began to summon his brother. His
throat uttered several guttural snarls, his hands quickly
snapping back to clutching his mind as the wave of energy rocked
over his body. His mind surging to life as more memories flood
his body, memories around his Brother Razor. His eyes widened as
he slowly began to fall. As if a bird knocked out of the sky.
With a loud slam into the darkness of the nearby trees his lands
and creates a crater. Slowly rousing himself up and out he limps
back to the area holding the two. His right hand covering his
right eye as his left rests on Razor's body. His left eye began
to tear up, memories and feelings surrounding the man burned him
and scarred his mind.
"Razor... Is it finally you?" He convulsed and shuddered. Not
having seen his brother in years upon years, utter darkness
enveloping him and secluding him away from everyone while he was
away. A twitching mess he drops to his knees, letting himself
look so weak was a confusing thing for him, yet he could not
fight it when he saw Raz. He slowly began to move his knees
forward, inching him slowly toward Razor. His eyes staring at
Razor's, a teary-eyed and bewildered look on his face. Stopping
10 feet away from him he slowly shakes his head and stands.
Racing over to Razor he wraps his arms around the man and sighs.
"..." His silence said it all, he missed him greatly.
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Re: The Ouroboros Gene
By: Evil Kitty Date: September 11, 2015, 10:02 pm
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Razor looked down to Urdroxa with those same driven scarlet
eyes. The very sight of them was enough to fill souls with
determination. Lust for power. Money. Flesh. It was all the
same. The look of a king dominating a kingdom under his iron
clad boots. Of a hero; destined to vanquish the evil in the
world. This trademark had become more than just his own. Those
scarlet hues building a reputation among the many creatures that
meddled in these realms. The eyes of the Chimaeras. Beings of
pure imperfection, yet, it was their souls that set them apart.
As the darkened pupils tinged into that of a felines, only to
return to a normal humans. Measuring Urdroxas actions. Recording
them for some greater purpose. "...."
Though, as he shot up and reached for Razor his eyes grew wide
with surprise. Only slowly wrap his arms around the embrace in
return. A silence matching his own as he attempted to gather his
thoughts into one sentence or smart remark, but, he had gotten
nothing out of this. So, he could only speak absentmindedly;
gently patting his back. "You've grown soft in your time away
from me..." With that he grabbed Urdroxa by the shoulders and
moved him back to pull him from the embrace. "We will change
that, brother." The same fanged smirk as before had crept onto
his lips. As if he had been looking at the world and knew it's
workings. That grin always leaving the impression as if he had
the whole world at his fingertips. Razor did not lose that very
essence he had always maintained.
He only chuckled before he spoke; seeing Demonreach out of the
corner of his eye. The may not have had a hardy relationship,
but, he had known the creature. Intrigued as to why he was here,
but, he could not remained interested in the why's and who's. He
could only see Urdroxa. He had questions, but, they were to be
answered in due time and not a moment sooner. So, he could only
speak the real question. "So, tell me. Were the copies
entertaining enough?" He chuckled once more; looking to his
brother.
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